LOOK AT ME
"A glass of tequila, please." My eyes shifted from the guy to the people on the dance floor who were probably enjoying themselves as I turned 90 degrees away from the counter.
It gave me immense joy to watch people dance and drink to their heart's content as if they have no worries or problems. If not for my job, I'd have probably been on that floor, swaying my hips in different angles I knew best.
The bartender nodded and was about to get started on the preparation when he heard, "Make that two," and he proceeded with the order after looking up at the person who gave the request.
On hearing the deep voice close to me, I turned to the sexy man that sat beside me with a charming smile dancing on his familiar, yet unfamiliar face that got me dumbstruck.
For reasons I don't think I'm aware of, I couldn't look away from his beautiful green eyes that held mine. We held each other's gaze for a while until I broke eye contact after the bartender placed our drinks on the table.